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 Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 3:04 pm
(AIM log between Dragons and Kim)
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Kimaria: Fia had attempted a hunt that morning, though the effort had proved fruitless. For such a sleek and powerful female, she certainly never seemed to have much luck when it came to landing a kill. She supposed that was why she had become a historian and not a huntress. Her mind was sharp. Her claws...not so much.
Even still, she felt good after the exercise and paused to ease the ache out of her muscles with a slow and leisurely stretch. The rest of the day would be a good time to relax and wind down, nothing to do but watch the sun dip in the sky and paint the world with an array of beautiful colours. Perhaps she would have been busier if the role of historian was more popular with the kids. As it was, there had been no new apprentices in the talent for a while and so she had no one to teach - though she wasn't too fussed about this. Even still, it did bother her that all the little boys and girls wanted to do was to learn how to fight well. A good trait for a firekin, maybe, but she wanted some cubs to show an interest in other things at least.
Perhaps she could do some poking about and see if any of the new cubs showed any interest and try to sway them before they got caught up in the granduer of becoming a soldier...
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Dragons: It seemed that everything was going slower, moving slower, jsut as her eyes moved slowly across the dunes out to teh unknown. She thought then, slowly, of the memories of her daughter and son, both having left the pride. An ache still was in her heart, and she knew would never completely fade. A mother loved her children, and siblings had a love (though some denied this) and she knew that was why Gaddith had gone with Nakama. But where we they now? Karana'Mzaana had grown quiet, spending her days in front of the slabs, only touching up certain areas. She would draw from time to time, although her lines were beginning to grow shakey, less smooth like before. Breathing deeply, she knew this meant her time was drawing close, but there was still so much to be done, so much she wanted to do.
The ache in her heart was only lifted when she let her eyes fall onto Fia, the daughter she saw but was not one of her own. She never admitted it to Kidondo, or No for that matter, for fear or some sort of ill feelings, but Fia would always be aprt of Karana's unknown family. Those she cared for, and held highly in her eyes and spirit, were the ones Mzaa would die for. This place, these lions, were her home, and she would do whatever possible to keep them safe, procure and provide whatever was necessary. But, now, she knew, it was time. Fia needed to know, that soon, it would be up to her alone.
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Kimaria: She sensed the approach of another and turned her head, drawing an ear to catch the sound of steady paws on sand. Fia could be a little tetchy around others, but the female approaching now brought the shine of affection to the younger female's eyes. It was this female who had shown her the way of her future and set her on the path of embracing history; ensuring that it was never forgotten and thus not repeated - hopefully, anyway.
With a chirp of greeting, she turned to face the other fully, lowering her head to buffet the flat of her skull gently to the other's shoulder.
"What are you doing here, old timer?" Fia joked adoringly. "Come to keep me company for a bit? I could do with it...everyone's been so busy recently..."
Busy having babies...
She didn't want to be a mother, not really. Cubs were cute, but the maternal instinct seemed to be non-existent in her. It had never bothered her before, but now her siblings were settling into family life, she was beginning to worry that something was wrong with her. Shouldn't she want cubs? Wasn't that the way of things?
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 11:36 am
Mzaa let a soft smile fall across her face and in her eyes. "So quick with your words, Fia," Mzaa breathed deeply and blinked, letting her silver eyes fall onto the beautiful lioness that stood before her. She only hoped that Kidondo and No knew what strength and beauty had been born from their blood.
Intelligence too, even if Fia joked with a quip on her tongue now and again.
"Company, and more, I must speak with you about what is to come," although Karana'Mzaana refused to believe age could get the best of her. She felt as if her body and spirit had aged with the leaving of her two children. She only hoped the sun and fire still kept watch over them now whilst away.
"You've changed so much, since so young, but it is time, I think. You are old enough and wise enough to understand, if you believe you are ready."
Mzaa swayed her tail and moved to sit at a more comfortable angle, letting the sand waves touch her side.
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Posted: Sat Feb 26, 2011 3:59 am
Her curiosity peaked but she couldn't help but shake the ominous feeling that was gathering in her chest. Annoyed, she pushed it away. Mzaa only wanted to talk and nothing too bad ever came from talking.
"I...I believe I am ready. I can't see myself growing any more; not in body or heart. I am who I am, now and forever. Those who don't like it can go throw themselves into the grasslands." She smiled, teasingly and moved to sit at Mzaa's side, nudging her head gently against her shoulder.
"Teasing aside, though, Mzaa. I think I am ready. What is it you have to tell me?" The nervousness came back.
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Posted: Sat Mar 05, 2011 9:02 pm
Karana'Mzaana sat in wait and listened to the words that so easily fell from Fia's tongue. She smiled and enjoyed the tiny moment of given affection, the warmth of Fia's pelt graced her shoulder for a moment, and was gone.
She wondered if that was how it would be.
"Very well. As times have gone on, and you have grown, more responsibilities lay in wait for you, and you must be strong regardless of what be laid at your paws." She took a moment, closed her eyes and looked to the direction in which Nakama had left, it seemed so long ago now.
"You and I, we are closer than any word I speak can describe," silver eyes lay on Fia's once shining brilliance becoming duller with each passing day. The sharpness of the world was beginning to fall. "As I have made my mark here, in these lands, my home," she pressed her paw into teh sand, pulled away and watched as it began to fill with a gentle breeze blowing the small golden flecks.
She reached and urged Fia's closest paw to take the place of where hers had been, "You must take my place, as I, like this mark, fade away."
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 3:02 pm
Fia's ears pinned back, her mismatched eyes watching Karana'Mzaana - her teacher and friend - as she began to express the words of that which would soon come to pass. She said nothing herself, intent on listening and trying to find some other meaning in what she was saying.
But what other meaning could there be to...to fade away.
She swallowed back the lump in her throat and gently reached out with her paw, realising how much she had grown since she had first become apprentice to this wonderful female. Fia had been a rebellious youth, not knowing which path she might want to take, and then, suddenly it had all become clear. All thanks to this female. Without her, there was no saying what Fia might have become.
She set her paw on the sand, over the mark made by Karana'Mzaana's paw and stared at it a long while.
"You won't fade away." The young adult spoke finally. "Not your story. Not your memory. I will see to that. I promise you." She drew in a short breath and looked up. "But...Karana...what brings this conversation now? Are you unwell?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 6:41 pm
She smiled, blinked and let a slow breath out tasting the fire that was still hot in her veins and on her tongue. "You've such warmth and glory in your heart and your life, now and what is to come." She stopped, tried to gather her thoughts.
She clapped her tongue on the roof of her mouth and let her ears listen to the whisper of the sands.
"I've been having a dream, with faces of new and old, yours is always there, with a smile, the face of my lost daughter fades and returns with brighter red than the color which caused her to leave. There are young ones too, and you are there. I see the shining eyes for only a moment, and then, nothing."
Mzaa looked to Fia, silver eyes on bi colored beauty, "I've grown older, watching you become who you are, and though you will not let the memory of me fade away, you must make me another promise, and must swear to the sun and fire of these lands you will never give up on it."
She waited then, to know what Fia might decide.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 7:25 am
"A dream?" She whispered. "Or a vision?" She knew a little of these things through her twin, but did not place must trust in them. She - much like her father - did not like to believe in a fate already written out; unchangeable no matter what actions one took.
"Karana, you showed me the path when I was young. I found my place here because I saw you and I respected you. In a way, you are like a second mother to me. I love and respect my family - or most of them, anyway, but you are one of the only lions outside of my blood-relatives who I truly trust and believe in."
The words were heartfelt and she was shocked at the emotion they invoked in her. She was teasing and impatient around others, but Karana instilled good qualities in her: patience and wisdom of which no other had been able to. "Whatever you ask of me, I will do it. I promise. I swear, here and now, to that. What do you need of me?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2011 12:09 pm
"A dream, yes, but it returns to me often," she breathed slowly, her heart beat demanding of a patient being. She could not run like she used to, nor be as energetic. It was all she could do to walk to the stone slabs every day, and not ache in her rear legs.
"Dreams are funny that way, that sometimes they point you in a direction you might see, but is not meant to be followed, remember that always."
Licking her lips, she chose her words carefully. "If something is to happen, to me, as some of my dreams speak, then I want you to promise me, if my family grows before it is to pass, care for them." In one reoccurring dream, Mzaa watches her own cubs, new and unfamiliar, open their eyes, and she smiles before slumber.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 1:45 pm
"I rarely dream." Fia retorted. "And I'm much too grounded to believe dreams speak anything of truth." Even still, what Karana was hinting at worried the female greatly. "Karana, nothing will happen to you! You're safe here in these lands and there's no one here who would want to harm you." The younger female tried to hide her distress but failed miserably. She shook her head fiercely. "I will do as you ask, of course, but there's no need to worry. You will be here."
Fia, as old and sensible as she seemed to be, had not yet grasped the concept of old age. She would be, in her mind, forever young, and to think of a life without those she had grown up with was...was not nice at all.
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Posted: Wed Mar 16, 2011 2:17 pm
Mzaa laughed and nudged Fia's shoulder with her own. She would hold on as long as she could, for those that she loved, she wished to see them always. She had, of late, questioned what lay beyond what is the here and now. Perhaps, she thought, there would be something more, or at least she could check in on those she cared for time to time.
"I am here, yes," she spoke softly. But she knew, in the future, there would be Fia, and she might watch on from the sun.
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Posted: Fri Mar 18, 2011 4:26 pm
"And you always will be." Whispered quietly to herself, moving to sit close to Karana, pressing her side against that of the elder lioness. And she would sit there a long time and dwell on the promises she had made that day and knew that she could not ever regret them.
After all, Karana was family, and family was all that really mattered in life. A future without family was a bleak one indeed.
Fia just hoped that these dreams of her teacher's were nothing more than that. Dreams with no real meaning behind them.
/fin.
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